People say that dreams are filled with happiness,
but nightmares are not,
I say to these people my dreams are not nightmares but are ,
not good,in my dreams i see horrible things.
if you could step int my head,
while i lay down at night,
the only this youll see is,
a couple holding hands,
and when i awake i go to the nearest mirror,
and i glance at the cuts on my face and suddenly realise its not my face!
i step back from the mirror stumbling over ,
landing in the bath,
the figure in the mirror starts to move ,
suddenly she crawls over the basin and out of the mirror,
she turns her head right around and grabs me,
she takes the rezor blades and puts it to my face,
i scream as the girl cuts me repeatively and soon after she ,
laughs throws me down and crawls to the mirror,
back to the world of reflections she goes
looking exactly like me!
i wake to the sound of glass smashing and i run to the bathroom and in my blood on the wall it says look.
i look at the fresh cuts on my face then see the girl ,
all she says is ................
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and go to sleep!
